This book tells the story of the 1958 killing spree carried out by Charles Starkweather accompanied by his one-time girl friend, Caril Ann Fugate. Charles was 19 and Caril was 14. It was a tragic story followed by tragic trials in which Charles was convicted of murder and sentenced to die in the electric chair and Caril was convicted as an accomplice and sentenced to life in prison. The tragedy of the trial was that Caril was innocent. At least her lawyer, John McArthur, believed she was innocent. The book goes on to chronicle the continued effort by John McArthur and his son, James McArthur, to win a new trial for Caril. This failing, they finally worked to secure her parole. These last efforts succeeded and Caril was released after serving 17 years for something for which she has always maintained her innocence.
If you like Law and Order type stories, you will like this book. It was written by James McArthur's son Jeff, so there are 3 generations of McArthurs involved, John, James, and Jeff. In 1981, about 9 years after Caril's parole, John died of emphysema, the result of smoking too much all his adult life. I liked his attitude upon facing death, "As for dying, [John] told James he wasn't afraid. 'I'm really more curious. I've never been a religious man, but I've always sort of had my own religion.'" (from the third to last paragraph in Chapter 15). I feel that way about death myself, that is, about being more curious than afraid. But then I'm only 72 years old, so I'm not looking it in the face. It will be interesting to see whether I feel the same way when the end is near for me, perhaps 20 or so years from now, or, who knows, perhaps tomorrow.